~ an erotic musing featuring hints of bondage, forced regression, diapers, and power dynamics. ~
He stood there, head hanging low. Being caught in the act was humiliating enough, but this…this went beyond humiliation. This was forced regression, something that he’d only heard of in theory.
Yet here he was, standing in front of a judge, awaiting sentencing.
His court appointed lawyer walked in, a woman who looked down at him with a measure of sympathy and a touch of condescension. She patted his head and whispered in his ear.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you?” She tapped him on the nose and lifted his chin up so that he had to look at her. His eyes travelled upwards and rested on her breasts. The silhouette they created in her clothes had his mouth watering. Lifting his chin up again reminded him that he was supposed to be listening to her, but his mind was completely obsessed with sucking at her breast. Where had that come from? He knew that they had subjected him to some intensive hypnotic training in the nursery but this was next level. He whined as his need ratcheted up another level, his peepee registering his interest reminding him of the thick bulky diaper that was wrapped around his prince parts.
Mommy pulled him close and let him rest on her chest.
“You’re ok baby, you can have mommy’s boobies soon.” She caressed his hair and he breathed in her scent. It was comforting and felt so good.
The judge rapped his gavel and called the court to order.
“We are here for the sentencing of this naughty boy. He was found guilty of knowingly parking in a space that was not his, of knowingly and wilfully doing this on repeated occasions and we see no evidence of any remorse in his testimony.” The judge peered over his glasses and glared at him. He wanted the ground to swallow him whole. He’d been such a naughty boy and he knew it. He hadn’t even said sorry! Maybe he could do that now! Yeah, that was a good idea!
“Thorry, mithter, judge.” He lisped. Why was he lisping? Oh yeah, his paci. He tried to spit it out but found that he couldn’t. The gallery were giggling at him now, and he blushed.
“Mmm, a little late for apologies, young man.” The judge shook his head. “You’ve been undergoing our rehabilitation for over six months now and this is the first hint that you’re regretting your actions.” The judge shuffled some papers and cleared his throat. “It is the decision of this court that that this young man is to be sentenced to two and a half years.” The gavel made him jump and then the judge stood to leave.
“Only two and a half years?” He asked his mommy. That didn’t seem so bad. He could do his time and then be allowed to grow up to be a big boy again! He smiled but wondered at his mommy’s sad smile.
“Oh sweetie, you don’t seem to understand.” She paused, and opened her blouse. His eyes traveled downwards, locking into his reward. “Two and a half years is not the length of your sentence.” He dragged his gaze away to look at her face in confusion. “ two and a half years is the age you’re being regressed to. Permanently.” The protest died on his lips as she removed his paci gag and replaced it with her nipple. The music started in his headphones that he’d completely forgotten he wore and he felt his head turn to mush. Two and a half. He was just a baby, serving out his time in baby prison.